Winter Song
When golden leaves turn to brown,
and the Earth puts on her winter gown,
the snow reflects with rainbow light,
and the stars all shine so very bright.
When time flies, and the sun dies,
We will not mourn,
For we know it will be again reborn.
A transformation has taken place,
our spirits rise on wings of grace.
As we go, we leave the past behind,
finding perfect freedom and peace of mind.
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Trials of Time | 0 | 02/27/2011 |
| Beautiful Dream | 2 | 02/15/2010 |
| Season of Change | 2 | 02/15/2010 |
| Mirrored Emotions | 0 | 07/17/2009 |
| Lady of the Stars | 1 | 07/17/2009 |
| Summer Song | 1 | 07/17/2009 |
| The Rebirth of Life | 0 | 07/17/2009 |
| Winter Song | 0 | 07/17/2009 |
| Remember | 1 | 07/17/2009 |
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